Red and Green We were engaged in a living duel and the pattern of our life spilled up and down the wall. Climbing, plunging, spreading. Weaving a wilting tapestry, frayed at the ends, hanging by threads. Our fingers cling to precious stone and run footless with outstreched arms. Each face makes a face that keeps us attached while a string of oaths pulls taut and snaps. The ying and yang of love and war. The red and green of you and me.
JAMES W JOHNSON